In 1974, when I was 11, I flushed an apple core down the toilet.

My father had remodeled our basement into a wood-paneled family room with a powder room.

Always looking to save a buck — he had six kids to feed on one income — he bought the cheapest toilet he could find.

It never did flush right. My father spent much of his spare time unclogging it.

Armed with this knowledge, it’s remarkable I did what I did.

One Sunday morning, after chomping on a large Washington apple, I lay on the family room couch, too lazy to get up and properly dispose of it.

I noticed about 12 feet away that the toilet lid was up.

In a moment of insanity, I aimed the core at the toilet and flicked my wrist. The core floated majestically through the air and landed dead center in the bowl with a satisfying “kerplunk!”

I later flushed it and never gave it another thought — until a few months later when another........

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